Ada Warnsveld Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

After that, I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I hit up the local market on the Markt. Fresh veggies, flowers, and this one stall with the best stroopwafels. I’m talking gooey goodness. I buy a couple, and I’m on cloud nine. But then, I see this kid drop his ice cream. My heart sinks. I’m like, “Noooo!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. Kids are resilient, man.

Rossella Biscotti and Kevin van Braak